The end of life...
Reflections on Death
An unforeseen storm,
takes me by shock,
leaving me tired, no longer warm.
Darkness slowly surrounds...
no day,
no night,
nor sound,
nor clock.
. . .
My heart heavy, my head down.
Tide rolls in, rolls out.
Sunlight dances on the water.
Wind tickles, stirring the sand.
. . .
Sunlight fades, winds race.
Darkness looms - there's no escape.
Waves rise, waves fall,
a terrible harshness in their wake.
. . .
Winds stop, darkness retreats.
Tide rolls in, rolls out,
slower...
slower...
then stops.
. . .
And that is the end of life.
About the Creator
Michaela F. - "Hiraeth"
My mind lives in other worlds that beg to known. And so I write - to share their tales of the long-forgotten and the unknowns, to give life to their words, adventures, joys, and sorrows...to help them exist.
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